I have never told anyone my story, ever. When this first happened to me it was impossible to grasp the concept, considering I was just 4 years old when the first time occurred. Starting at age 4 to about 12,

I often felt my story wasn’t worth sharing; others have had it so much worse than I. However, I have come to learn this is a common train of thought among survivors and those battling depression and anxiety like myself.

So, I posted on here once before; back then, my post was titled “Three Days They Probably Won’t Remember, And That I Wish I Could Forget.” Now, I have a fourth story to add. To recap what the last three

I remember it being a normal day in 2008, I was nearly 8 years old and had recently been moved into foster care, which was already a traumatic event and I felt unloved and unwanted. I was encouraged by my

How does “pleasure” leave a kid so ashamed? something that is meant to be a gift become profaned? How does someone so familiar commit an act so strange? someone you love be the cause for self-hate? Use trust and compassion

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